A Different Winter

It’s sometimes interesting how changes in the garden runs strangely parallel to changes in real life.  Last summer, it all began with a constant cough that wouldn’t go away. When I first heard it from her, it was while she was planting a few garden projects near the
beginning of July. It was just a small cough: just one small degree rougher than clearing her  throat. I didn’t think anything of it and nor
did she.